Remember this guy?
He was 6 days old on Saturday, and had been doing good all week. When I checked on him Saturday morning he was just standing in the pile of cornstalks that the cows like to sleep on. I thought to myself that he didn’t look as spunky as usual, but I don’t know much about cows so I dismissed the thought.
Some friends came out to see the baby chicks and I wanted to show them the new calf. His mother was at the bale feeder eating, but he was nowhere to be seen. Matt found him in the shed, next to the water tank laying in a puddle, now definitely acting very dumpy.
So Matt hauled him out of there and tried to get some electrolytes down him. He swallowed but wouldn’t suck, so we asked my brother to have a look at him. His breathing was clear, he wasn’t scouring, he just seemed dehydrated. So my brother tubed him to get some more electrolytes in him.
Unfortunately our Easter morning didn’t bring a miraculous return from the almost-dead. Our first calf of the ’09 calving season became the first loss of the ’09 calving season. And I’m wondering why I don’t trust my own instincts.
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